MEAN

This post goes out to one of my used to be bestest friends.
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use AGAINST me. You, have knocked me off my feet AGAIN, got me feeling like a nothing. You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm WOUNDED. You, picking on the WEAKER man. Well you can take me down with just one single blow, but you don't know what you don't know. Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city and all you're ever gunna be is MEAN. Someday I'll be big enough so you can't HIT me and all you're EVER gunna be is mean. Why you gotta be so MEAN?? You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You have pointed out my FLAWS again, is if I don't already see them. I walk with my head down trying to block you OUT cause I'll NEVER impress you. I just want to feel okay again. I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you COLD. But the cycle ends right NOW, cause you can't lead me down that road. And all you're ever gunna be is mean, and a LIAR and pathetic and ALONE in life and mean and mean and mean and mean. -Taylor Swift